I have to leave my home behind,
I know it's right,
it's in my mind.
Somewhere out there it has to be better.
I will tell her in a letter,
and tell them how I felt
and all the pain that I have been dealt.
They don't seem to care,
they don't seem to mind
my heart is just beginning to unwind,
as I walk by myself on a path to the unknown,
I am cold and frightened,
I'm all alone.
Sometimes I wonder if they ever cared.
So, I think to myself where am I going?
I have to end the life I have lived and all I have love I have given.
So, I take out a gun and put it to my head, I'm gonna pull the trigger and be put to bed, I would have never took this path if only my parents and everyone else had loved me. I would still be alive.
Look me in the eyes
tell me everything you say
isn't infiltrated with lies.
I don't believe you anymore
No longer trust
But believing in myself
is most definitely a must.
I've tried to walk away
to leave you in my past
but even if I try
it will never last.
Just like us
and the things we used to be
treating me wonderfully
in front of your family.
But when their gone
that's when you turn your back
pretend you don't see me tell me I'm s**t
Is that a fact?
But you tell me I'm yours
and that there's no going back
and whenever I try I get what you say I deserve...
a slap.
BAM right across the face
and my body goes unyielding
and I go numb...
cold and without feeling.
I know I need to leave
but How?
where do I go when I leave and when?
Now?
You say it's the last time
that you'll lay a hand on me
but than you turn around
and do the same God damn thing.
But you know what?
It's all over.
As I hold the gun to my chest
I erase all my memories of you.
Erase your face,
your fists,
my blood on your hands.
It's all over.
BANG.
That's where my story ends.
It wasn't your fault,
I did this to myself.
Look for my letters,
They're on the shelf.
I wrote to anyone,
I thought cared.
Notice that,
Ink was shared.
That's ******** right,
I wrote to no one
But now it's time,
To reach for my gun.
And as I pull the trigger,
I will think of my life.
And how for so many years,
I was enlightened by a knife.
 FlavorSaurus · Tue Jul 01, 2008 @ 07:50pm · 0 Comments |
